You are the Nureyev of the sushi knife / A maestro conducting his orchestra.
Inspired by a lunch at a sushi bar…
The drummer summons his energy, filling his body as …
A solitary figure, eyes screwed up against the blinding whiteness and ears deafened by the thundering silence: the freezing wind savagel…
On her arrival at the beautiful Hotel Fujiyama, with its spectacular views over the lake towards Mt Fuji, Yoko is struggling with feelings of dread and apprehension
A short story of eating meat, with lots of runs
Then, as if in a grotesque reply, shockingly, the corpse fell forward and released a gush of air. Noburo coughed into her face, spr…
The final part of the story. The culmination of all that has gone before….........
Under the tank stand, I had a collection of frogs, in jam tins.
LA LALALALA LA LA / a safe place at the end of the world,
A lyric I wrote based on the novel ARK SAKURA by KOBO ABE .I didn’t spoil the ending.The music should be ideally written either by MARS VOLTA or YOKO KANNO.I would write more verses if there was music to go with it.
Flirting with death and destruction curtailing for hills when all goes a rye / entrenched in a world of either ors / brightness, life, th…
...through a series of pointing, gesturing and reverting to the official UN-sanctioned cross-cultural default protocol of mime, something…
Armed with cameras extended before them, their trigger fingers are ready to capture digitally any evidence of strange or foreign behaviou…
I sit above, looking down, sipping bad coffee in an ugly mug.
The steady, mechanical turn of a fan moving thick, heavy air lethargically around a room.
These old men, retired, they’d come in wearing their old suit pants, way up high over their hips, so high their white socks showed at the…
found in Multiply.com, History group.
The morning light drifted down. A child squatted in the gutter, using the runoff below the curb as a sink; he was brushing his teeth. It …
I write, I travel. I travel, I write. I take pictures.
and went everywhere I could, all over the main island of Honshu (which is home to Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka and Nagano, to name a few) to the i…
A brief sketch of my life in Japan.
day in and day out. day in and day out. I try to keep my sentences short, oh, just the way you like it. I remember that ride, where I fel…
There was a man / Who traveled the land / In search of Japan, / But no one told him / That it is an island
He led me down the long path to an apparently ancient temple. I thought he must be a hundred if he was a day. He said, “Actually, I do …
An American in Japan learns how better to see when he looks. I wrote this several years ago with the intent to deliver it in a “Tall Tales” contest for Toastmasters (a public speaking group), but it took on a life of its own and became too long to fit the guidelines for the event. I’m not a writer, but I thought I’d share it here on RB.
I am breathing Japanese air, it tastes good. Sweet.
Me in Japan
River’s knowing voice / Calls for love and compassion / Listen for her song
I wrote this while spending a night at a traditional Japanese onsen hotel near Mt Fuji. Each room had a special outdoor onsen tub on the balcony which was facing a river and tree foliage…the tub was a round wooden barrel, overflowing with soothing hot onsen spring waters… so lovely!! A wonderful setting to contemplate the surroundings through Haiku!
He was here, at the place were the worlds merged, where the winds are born and to where they return, at the Castle of the Winds.
The first two chapters of my novel Windmaster. / More info: http://shirotokuro-news.blogspot.com/2009/09/windmaster.html ps, I know my grammar isn’t perfect, I hope you can look past that and enjoy the story.
A quiet silence / Came floating through my window / Feeling so distant / On this quiet city street / My heart beats in Tokyo
I never experienced a more difficult sense of culture shock, than I have upon returning home to the West after living in Japan for various periods of time. I have traveled plenty, and even had to move a lot as a child, and can therefore adopt to new surroundings quite easily, and at most times with intrigue… but returning to what was once my familiar surroundings, always proved to be a very difficult and painful adjustment. It can be a rather heart wrenching and confusing process to one day wake up in the Western world again, after having been immersed in an entirely different culture on the other side of the world for several months at a time.. / Thank goodness for time, as it seems to be a good cure for many things… and I am finally starting to enjoy living in the West again.
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